Breathe in. Shwoook. Breathe out. Pheewww. One more time. In... Shooooook. Out... Pheeewwww.

My fingers feel as shaky as my thoughts. I think I drank too much coffee. I think I want this... no that. This and that. I want to find a bigger house to live in. I want to feel that I have more space to move in. I want to take more photos. I want to write. I want to draw. I want to do them all, and collect them into books. I feel like I should have started one of them already. I feel like I should be doing one or the other, or the one after that, instead of writing this right now.

I just want to feel satisfied, despite our human nature to feel otherwise. Backspace. Backspace. Delete. Delete. Delete.

Just click publish already. Get it over with and move on.


(e) said...

Keep doing this. Be my spark from afar.

(e) said...

Not that I wish it on anyone, but there is a kind of reassurance in the fact that someone else, even someone I look up to, someone who inspires me, is wrestling with similar thoughts and obstacles...

The other day I was working on a freelance job... absolutely struggling with the design and I thought to myself, "Self, what has happened to you? When did you become a one-trick pony."

Sometimes it's more about the process of doing than the end product, no?